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Then, just like that… Bela Lugosi’s Dead

In Art, Bauhaus, Catherine Deneuve, David Bowie, Film, Joy Division, LGBTQ, Life, Love, Love and Rockets, Madonna, Music, Philosophy, Places, Susan Sarandon, The Cult, The Cure, The Hunger, The Smiths on June 29, 2012 at 10:57 pm

I think I may have unintentionally offended a lesbian (obviously Butch) last night with my music. Les Boys. It’s pretty cheeky. Dire Straits. Off Making Movies. I had just recommended it and I wouldn’t want anyone to think I am in ANY way homophobic. I don’t have a problem with anyone sleeping with ANYONE if that’s what they wanna do and everyone is a willing participant. Hey, can’t have too much Love. Who EVER chose who they were going to Love? It just happens.

We were in a parking lot in the Satellite. The song just came on. Didn’t think anything of it, actually.

Man… 😞

I mean, they were her problems, issues, not mine… I smiled at her. But, she shot me a look to kill and peeled out of the parking lot. There was no way to make amends, though. I feel like s**t even though it was her problem.

Feel like TOTAL s**t.

I’m a champ of LGBTQ rights. I’ve taken plenty for the team. Was accosted by a ‘Christian’ leader at a government centre rally for same-gender unions. I can’t even repeat what he said to me. It was a diatribe of filth. Just graphic. GRAPHIC — NOT in a good way. Holy 🐮!!!

I was with some boys I had met who had a ‘Straight But Not Narrow’ placard. It HAD been a groovy ❤-in up to that point…

It went something like this:

“No, sir, gay people aren’t pedophiles. Pedophiles are pedophiles. ”

“If it bothers you that much don’t think about it. Do you think about your neighbours having sex? No. (No? Ya think?) Then, don’t think about gays having sex.”

His face was all red. Spittle. Screaming at me. Getting more and more verbose by the second. His wife tried to pull him away. He pushed her off. She left the fray. Looked mortified by his actions.

I didn’t know what else to say so I just repeated, “No, sir, you’re the pervert, sir.” Over and over, ad infinitum.

Why can’t he just ‘open his heart’? Find some love, man?

Then, some street kids got involved. He made them cry. I maintained the ‘mantra’. It just escalated. Then, a minister lady of some sort intervened. He’d desist for her, for ‘God’?

Tsk.

The two boys turned to me crying. I hugged them tight as I could. They were SO skinny. Oh, so. I could feel their bones through their coats. ‘Beauty in the hurricane’s eye.’

Yin, Yang and the Flowerpot Man

Gay street boys. Probably run out of their small town after having the tar beat out of them by their fathers or bullies with no money and nothing but the clothes on their backs. Arriving in fabulous downtown Metropolis by Greyhound. Selling themselves on the street of the big city to eat, to survive… I’ve met a lot of them downtown…

Sigh…

I’m Queen of the Disenfranchised, don’t cha know?

She Sells Sanctuary

You see, I used to hang at the gay club sometimes, back in the day. Had been to the hardcore gay club across the way a few times, as well. I’ve seen ‘Les Boys’ in SS caps, cabarets and drag shows… And all manner of… *shrug*? Yeah. You name it.

So, I kinda think I’m allowed, qualified to play any music I want, hey? Without having to censor myself. I didn’t even think twice? I didn’t. It didn’t even occur to me that anyone might take offense, least of all her.

The Club was an awesome place. All the social outcasts, the fringe element went there: Gays, Geeks, Goths, Punks and Artists. They played great music — a sampling of which I’m playing for you here throughout the story. Bands like:

Joy Division…

The Cure…

The Smiths…

It was in an alley and the back bar was open until 5 a.m., shhhhhh… 😉 lol

It would seem the girls and I couldn’t just go dancing without weird guys we weren’t interested in all over us. Then, we’d go to the girls’ room and some girls would pick a fight with us because we stole the guys we didn’t want from them? Yikes! NOT our scene.

At The Club you could just dance by yourself or, really, just the WHOLE place. Everyone just danced together. Cosmic. Rainbows of Love — pun intended. When gay guys tell you you’re beautiful you can kinda, almost believe them, hey?

Sometimes bad guys would show up to hurt people — people minding their own business, not hurting anyone, Loving, dancing, having fun — and the Police would have to come…

Sometimes people were hurt badly…

The victims had been bled…

And, then, just like that… it would seem… Bela Lugosi’s Dead* **…

The LGBTQ has been very good to me.

I ❤❤❤❤❤ ‘Les Boys’ — ‘It’s all in fun, now.’ 😉

Please, support your local LGBTQ Community.

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* First released by Bauhaus in 1979, the song was featured in the 1983 Tony Scott cult vampire film ‘The Hunger’ — that’s when I found it — starring Catherine Deneuve, Susan Sarandon and David Bowie, with Bauhaus appearing. The video for the film is, ummmmm, sssssssmokin’ 🔥. Dizzy Yet? is rated ‘R’. Just so you know…

** The song is over nine minutes in length — worth every second — and was recorded ‘live in-studio’ in one single take.

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Refugee

In Music, Philosophy, Tom Petty, Uncategorized on June 26, 2012 at 11:22 am

Live from New York City it’s Saturday Night!

You believe what you wanna believe, baby. I’ll back ya. 😉

The Word

In Music, Philosophy, The Beatles, Uncategorized on June 25, 2012 at 6:02 pm

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Hey, cats and kittens, how ’bout we give our Rubber Souls a good scrub, hey?

Message of Love

In Love, Music, Philosophy, The Pretenders, Uncategorized on June 25, 2012 at 11:57 am

Give it up for the Pretenders:

Now the reason we’re here
As man and woman
Is to love each other
Take care of each other
When love walks in the room
Everybody stand up
Oh it’s good, good, good
Like Brigitte Bardot

Now look at the people
In the streets, in the bars
We are all of us in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars
Look round the room
Life is unkind
We fall but we keep gettin’ up
Over and over and over and over and over and over

Me and you, every night, every day
We’ll be together always this way
Your eyes are blue like the heavens above
Talk to me darlin’ with a message of love

Now the reason we’re here
Every man, every woman
Is to help each other
Stand by each other
When love walks in the room
Everybody stand up
Oh it’s good, good good
Say I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

Talk to me darlin’

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Uh, yeah…

In The Flesh

In Love, Music, Philosophy, Pink Floyd, Silly, The Wall, Uncategorized on May 30, 2012 at 5:22 pm

‘I don’t wanna go home take off this uniform and leave the show.’ 😞

Man…

Tigger and I,… Venus and Mars,… were alright, tonight…

Rocked ALL 🌙. Had great neighbours! A TOTAL ❤❤❤❤❤-in!!! TOTALLY!!!

Rocked solid. Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! BEST 🌙 of my life!!! My ENTIRE life! 😁

Everyone was smoking weed. I can scream like a black girl, too. A banshee? I DO have a war cry — I am Wind in His Hair!!! 😊 And I have been singing lots of Donna Summer and the black girls’ songs lately so… I’m practiced! 😜

REALLY proud of our town. The band seemed humbled by our ❤❤❤❤❤. 😊 Like, we were awesome! Super-fantastique!!! WOWZERS!!! 😁😁😁😁😁

I could feel the crowd through the floor at the end! It was like an… ahem 😊, BIG, GIGANTIC, F**KING orgasm!!!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! (Sorry, but it WAS.) IN-SANE. 😜 Insane, baby! 💋

Just got home…

It’s 12:45… and I think I will listen to it again. Don’t think I could sleep if I tried.

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I don’t scream throughout the show. Just when it’s called for. NOT like a crazy, crying Beatles fan. Had seats just left of goal. Row 7. (“Hey, welcome to row 7, neighbour! 😃”) I can shoot it right to the stage from there! I’m SURE they heard me. 😊😃😊

I could feel everyone ‘cuz they were cheering, clapping and stomping their feet. I looked up and they were on their feet to the rafters! ❤❤❤❤❤ cubed, squared, cubed, cubed, cubed, and squared again and again and yet again!!!!!!!! 😜 Rainbows of it, man! RAINBOWS! Like, just f**king BEAUTIFUL! 😂 Beautiful…. Sigh… Beautiful…

I’m actually crying it was SO beautiful. I’m SO proud of my town…

Wish I could just follow that show and watch every night. 😊

My cousin went both nights. She thought the band was quite humbled by our ❤❤❤❤❤, too. We were a REALLY AWESOME crowd. 😊😁😊😁😊 She said much more than the first show. They added this one because the first sold-out so quickly. She thinks they were glad that they did. 😍😍😍😍😍

Music transcends everything. EVERYTHING! Culture, language, race, ethnicity, political and religious affiliations. Brings everyone together. In the ‘now’. On the same page. Sharing a moment. And it is beautiful to behold. It is my utopia. I ❤❤❤❤❤ it!!!!! There is NOTHING better.

Talk is cheap. When we talk we expose the cracks. Reveal the differences. Misunderstand each other. The music is like the mortar that spackles over the cracks. Mends them. I think, maybe, we should all stop talking for a bit and listen to more music together? Could we try, please? Because, the truth is I wanna ❤ you. Feel you. All of us together loving and feeling — REALLY! — each other. ‘Cuz I KNOW we can do it. It would be SOOOOOOO BEAUTIFUL… 😍😍😍😍😍

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My whole family saw the show. Scattered throughout the building. Both nights. We worship at the alter of Rock n’ Roll, cats and kittens. And how!!! Don’t cha know? 😉

Powerful. Very powerful… To quote a friend: “I think most impressive is Roger Waters is still fully committed, as an artist, to his angry young man scream of defiance, three decades later.”

Me, too, Dude. Me, too…

No one made me sit down. I told the fellow behind me I was sorry but I just couldn’t. He smiled and said it didn’t matter. Not one bit. 😊 The ❤. Who knew?

I danced with abandon like no one was watching — which is what I always do! The sound was great! And loud. The sound just washes over me… and I’m free. ‘I Feel Love’! Fallin’ free! Fallin’ free! Fallin’ free! Fallin’ free! Fallin’ FREEEEEEEE! YAY!!!!!! 😁 FLYING…

Free…

Oh, so…

Free…

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I think my perfume is magic? Everyone just makes me feel like royalty? I don’t think my aura is THAT spectacular. Memo to self: stockpile the magic perfume. 😜 lol It’s like I couldn’t get into trouble even if I tried with that stuff on. It’s hypnotizing and everyone accommodates my every request?!? 😳 lol Who knew?

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We parked and took the train. It was a ❤-in all the way back to our station.

Just THE BEST 🌙 of my life. 😊😂😊😂😊

We got to Tigger’s truck in the parkade… We were on the ground it was open… empty…

But…

“I don’t wanna go home take off this uniform and leave the show…”

It echoed. 😍😍😍😍😍 Wowzers…

Sigh… 😁

“‘I’m so darned proud of ya! I wanna sing about cha!'”

YAY!!!!! 😁

It was magic! MAGIC! M-A-G-I-C! Magic sound! 😊

Coulda stayed there and sang all 🌙 in that empty parkade. Tigger made me go home… We live outside city limits… She had an audit this morning… She’s a mild-mannered accountant by day…

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💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Howdy 😉

In Ellie May Clampett, Love, People, Philosophy, Uncategorized on May 25, 2012 at 1:28 pm

I’ve always looked up to Ellie May Clampett. She is one of my FAVOURITE characters ever. EVER!!! Of ALL time.

She sure is friendly, nice and pretty. Critters like her, too. She may not have had book-smarts but that doesn’t mean she was dumb. Ellie had it all going on in a way most can only dream.

We could all learn a thing or two from a simple, sweet, genuine girl like her.

Definitely. 😊💋

Here’s a sweet Pic of Ellie and her critter friends:

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So…?

In Life, Love, Philosophy, Uncategorized on May 23, 2012 at 4:37 pm

So…? If God is Love then why am I able to love those with God but they are unable to really love me, ‘keep me hanging on’? Hmmmmmmm? Good question, hey?

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Someone once told me they had this book of questions. Like a party game. Fostered discussion. The favourite had been: Would you kill someone if it meant you could save the world, humanity?

I said, “Sure.”

I’d take out a mafia kingpin. End of story. To save every ONE and THING. You betcha! 😘

They said they had to be innocent. Blameless. I immediately replied that if I could be considered so, I would kill myself to save everyone. Wouldn’t think twice. Otherwise, no. Unless, maybe, they volunteered. They said they couldn’t. Couldn’t know it was coming…

Their jaw had also dropped? They said I was the ONLY person to ever say that…??? But, I can’t fathom another response. They asked a LOT of folks, too? (Even more after my response. Looking for a duplicate. It never came.)

Which brings me to Abraham and Isaac:

Apparently God told Abraham that he had to sacrifice his child, that which made his heart sing, to prove his love (NOT save humanity) for his God? Isaac was a willing sacrifice? Then at the last moment a ‘messenger’ was sent to call it all off? Supposedly, God just wanted to see if Abe would actually do it?

Now, that request is not only creepy but unseemly to me. It’s sick, twisted and manipulative. A request worthy of the Evil Queen Bavmorda. NEVER toy with people’s affections nor make them jump through hoops for you. Bad form. Why would a god do that? It would seem flawed? The exclusive domain of humans?

There’s a lot of discussion about this and other stories. The discussion becomes very convoluted and folds in on itself. Some say that this story was the impetus for God sacrificing his own son?

Hmmmmmmmm?

But if Jesus was the ‘ransom’, as is said, that paid for our sins… why are things the way they are? The ransom has been paid, has it not?

And things are the way they are because some woman ate an apple? Didn’t obey her man? C’mon. An apple a day…? She was fooled. It was a mistake. But the just, kind, forgiving and loving God dooms humanity for all eternity? Because of one woman? The prototype? Start over. You’re God.

But what of the ransom? Hmmmmmmmm? It’s been paid. What of forgiveness?

The more I study — which, in all honesty, I do less and less — the Bible and other tomes the more evidence I find of sick, twisted, dysfunctional, manipulative behaviour. Mythology is rife with dysfunction. I think humanity uses these books as crutches then play ‘God’ with each others’ lives because it’s so much more interesting and self-important than being transparent in their motives?

Methinks God was created in mans’ image. Not vice versa. That religion is a human construct to control people in general. Women specifically.

I would NEVER in a billion years sacrifice my love for anyone or thing that would make such a request of me. I would sacrifice myself first. I would never choose anything but my love. Those that profess love for me would NEVER deign to make such an horrible request… God or no… 💋

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The Jesus Dream

In Life, Love, Philosophy, The Universe, Uncategorized on May 23, 2012 at 4:20 pm

So…, ummmm…

I had a dream once. I dreamed of the second coming. Jesus came. He was overwhelmed by the hordes calling his name clamouring over each other with blatant disregard for the collective’s well-being. Their eyes on the prize:

“Jesus! Jesus! Pick me, Jesus! Save ME, Jesus! ME! ME!”

He was crying. He looked afraid. Overwhelmed. Disappointed… And, ultimately,… ashamed.

I pushed through the crowds. Made my way to him. Took his hand and asked, “Jesus, how can I help YOU?” (He REALLY needed help. It was SCARY. I was afraid for him. Was ready to fight to protect him. They were ready to rip him apart. The hordes were selfish and concerned only with their own salvation, themselves, their interests. They weren’t crying to “please, take my neighbour first he has suffered greatly…” Is this what that day would look like? Is this how people are? My dream? 😳)

“Save yourselves”, he told me, “I am not who they believe me to be.”

It was a powerful dream. Not the kind you have everyday. I think he was implying that the stories were exaggerated, aggrandized. He was a Prophet of Love. Nothing more. NOTHING less. (This was before I learned of the Da Vinci Code and the works it was based on.)

I had an epiphany of sorts. It was the crescendo. A long time coming. There’s nothing Jesus did that we can’t do. He was a man. Hug a leper. Feed the masses. We can do it. We just don’t want to. We just want to gain status, power and standing. We use these books as excuses to test, manipulate each other. Sit in judgement. If you suffer it is by your own hand, they suppose. You deserve it.

When they DO help. It’s often tied to conversion and assimilation. There are strings. I’ve seen them. Those that accept ‘The Word’ (My ‘Dads’ and I say ‘The Word’ is LOVE. 😊 It IS only one word, too.) are helped in ways those that do not are not (It’s really just a self-fullfilling prophecy). I would respect it if they just helped without trying to indoctrinate. Then I would believe it was out of the goodness of their hearts. Because you should never mess with the reality of messed up people. You should just help them. To ask for anything in return is repugnant. Especially when it brings favour on yourself — whether that be from a deity or leader.

At the end of the day I understand and appreciate the beliefs. Think they can be supremely beautiful, at times. They were once mine, as well. 😊 No one appreciates how much I actually know about all his stuff. What a seeker I am. Many who would condemn me don’t know ANYTHING about anything more than their OWN faith. They aren’t really allowed. It’s frowned upon. Very insular. Selfish. Myopic. They don’t know about Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims, Humanists. But, especially not Atheists, Agnostics, Wiccans, Universalists… Nothing. They may feign knowledge but I feel it’s all in the name of political correctness. Hmmmmmmmm? Not very impressive. I actually GO to the Centres for Religious Tolerance site.

If a lot of people were to ask themselves why they started to believe, in truth, I think they would say because that’s what they’ve been told is true all their lives. The sky is blue. (We know why.) The grass is green. (We can prove that.) God exists. (Ipso facto.) That’s how I started. It was a given in and of itself. That’s what I’d always been told… by PEOPLE. But, the more I sought…

I clung to my beliefs for a long time until I couldn’t rationalize them anymore. I had to face the truth: There is no one Truth. There are many, myriad truths.

My grandparents were DEVOUT Catholics. I, ummmm, left. And since so has most everyone else. I refused to support an organization whose leaders have abused children for centuries. Cannot fathom anything less than mass exodus. If the followers REALLY cared about their church they’d say they were leaving and could not support them until they sorted this GARGANTUAN controversy out. (C’mon, people, and you’re upset about what consenting adults do behind closed doors and NOT this? REALLY?) It’s occurrences like that that reinforce my belief that everyone is in it for themselves, their own salvation. The church would get their ducks in a row mighty quick if everyone forced them to. If the money quit flowing. And how. But no one is?

Hmmmmmm?

Maybe this is the reason I am suited to be a ‘religious leader’? (Surprise! Yep, that’s what career counseling got me.) I dunno? I ask a lot of questions. Many ‘pious’ folks have LITERALLY scoffed at them and me. (‘Only the most pious have doubt’? Or something like that. Can’t remember who said it. Think it was a Pope or someone? The MOST holy to many. But it’s NOT okay for me? Hmmmmmmmm?) There are no wrong questions, right? Or so they say…

I have NO proof of anything BUT the Universe. Blind faith is just that. Blind.

And so… I keep searching… 😊✨💋

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Love & Wonder

In Love, Music, Philosophy, Uncategorized on May 22, 2012 at 5:19 pm

I saw Stevie Wonder on the Billboard Music Awards. He made a plea for Love. I would like to echo Stevie’s call. It’s time. Time for Love. Let’s forget what comes between us. Let’s focus on what we Love about each other and not what we don’t. Nobody’s perfect. We all have shortcomings. Let’s help each other through. Let’s pick up the slack of each other’s frailties. Let’s carry each other when we can’t move forward alone.

Let us forget what divides us. Embrace what unites us. There’s nothing we can do that can’t be done… together. All you need is Love, Love. Love is all you need.

Let’s? Until we reach the Highest Ground? 💋

Togas Anyone?

In Philosophy, Silly, Uncategorized on May 20, 2012 at 12:04 pm

Who cares if pants are baggy, saggy and falling down? I mean, heck, at least we know who’s got clean underwear on, right?!? 😉 lol

Youth always has a uniform: Poodle Skirts. Bell bottoms. Miniskirts. Bondage pants and safety pins. Kilts…

Togas… anyone? 😉 lol